[Danny turns in his seat to get a look before stepping off the bar stools to go meet the man with a cheerful grin. He's easy to recognize from his cuddlr. Danny's no where near as fance, dressed in a simple button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows and some comfortable black pants, well fitted to keep from getting in the way while he works.

It's technically open hours, but the restaurant is quiet, his bartender not even on duty yet, and Danny approaches, offering a hand despite it not being his usual gesture. Gold looks the sort to appreciate the gesture.]

Mr. Gold. Call me Danny. Good to see you could make it on by. [He's got an interesting quirk to his voice, and he speaks warm and easy, like the world can wait. He's like a lazy summer day personified.]

Come have a seat, make yourself at home. You find your way all right? The beach loses some people to the views.